All roads will lead to home where
the heart rests away from cloudy
days of black & white. Had I ever known
so beautiful this fate, I'd have been a man
with a smile all along, but evidence
is to the contrary, where I am unsatisfied
until I see that beating heart with my own eyes.
I have a rendezvous with my fate,
ill or proper, here in reality where my
plans to the details are pointless in
the long running marathon, of which I
grow weary at so early a year in my time.
I content with the present even past the
two faced mask of joy and cynicism,
as the fear of my future binds that mask to me.
Like machines we go in motion, by second by second.
Unto the will of the constant conflicts of fate...
fate, I laugh, is that fickle thing
that scares the Hell out of me at the
edge of my seat, as only faith keeps me watching.
Pray tell, I've never known the future past
means of hypothesis and seasoned guessing games.
A home where my heart forever rests is
that one blessing for which I ever pray.
I am content in the many shades of this
beautiful little horror story of free will
and faith, so long as its Creator grants
me a morsel of peace in the midst of all
the Hell broken lose thus far, and to come.
That King, who always I had known,
does already smile, knowing my undying
faith to plans and small print that only
my soul has known, for even my curses are
merely masked blessings, leading me to a
stronger heart that can and shall find rest
at any place in the seconds gone by and to come.